Cranium Remix Radio by Gauge the Mental Murderah Lyrics
[Intro]
Mental Murderah, Mental Murderah...
Cranium, cranium...
Remix, remix...
[Verse 1: Phantasm]
A-yo, it's Cella Dwellas to the death and fuck a sophomore jinx
I need the cash for ass clothes and cars and links
Sick and tired of these wannabe macks in Cadillacs
With these fake pimp hats who think that they contracts is so fat
But nigga we don't need to go gold
Sell 200 [?] when our pockets is swole
'Cause on the N.D., we see a larger fee
D.B.I.C., all about cash money
Seen best friends turn to worst enemies
Once cheese came into the picture, money will always gеt ya
We tryna get richer and bank big chеddar
Guest list, 10 and better, sippin' Amaretto
Let me catch my breath, there's only four lines left
Stay jazzy like Jeff, Cuban Link like Chef
More hoes than Hugh Hef', y'all niggas know the dealy
For really, Dwellas and the Gauge-uh tryna get this milli
[Verse 2: Gauge The Mental Murderah]
Leave me the mic, I'm next on so look upon the set-uh
Meant to wet-uh, makin' cheddar, so cheese I'm ahead-uh
Thoughts of deader made men
No man made plan can with withstand or stand with me
U.G. and Phan, whats the plan? (Yo)
To make about 100 grand a show, wicked record type dough
Peep the flow, here it go, the T.K.O. hitter
You'll be seein' stars like glitter
When I spit a rhyme that split you from your spine to your shitter
It's Gauge-uh the Mental Murderah
Hittin' you with the style that make you say ''Woah, this brother's the - bomb!''
Brooknam is where I rest, don't big up your chest up
Not Eliot Ness, so you untouchable less
I got mad stress, some phony chicks hit the bricks
'Cause if you play tricks, I stick a spike in your joint like Girl 6
The clique's deep, so creep, don't run
While the Mental Murderah is fuckin' up the cranium
[Chorus]
A-yo it's Gauge-uh the Mental Murderah
UG, Phan, Cella Dwella, we bring drama every verse
It's Gauge-uh the Mental Murderah
UG, Phan, Cella Dwella, we bring drama every verse
[Verse 3: UG and Gauge The Mental Murderah]
I'm vicious, hands swift as Jacky Chan's
Malicious rap tactics, hit tracks hard like Hagler or Foreman
Awesome caution, toss men till exhaustion and collisions
With 6 men in exhibitions, I'm flawless
Off the hook like a cordless, split like divorces
I move like Porsche's over drum loops for real
Wild like man drills with hand skills like caches
UG's the baddest, sharp like Paul Bunyan's axe kid
Burn like acids, make it hard to breath like cracked rips
I back smack hits, I'm a monster, tough like tonka
Run through your team like Larry Csonka, for real
Watch when we connect like braids with Gauge
I'm on the low like the bat cave
Yo check the motion, Gauge is overdosin' with styles
Destruction by the piles, put my brain in the X-Files
Wear a hundred miles, so water can't defuse
I pay dues, so for me to lose you gotta come in crews
Snooze and catch a rude awakenin', you taken in the data
My mind's over the matter that you chatter at a speed
To follow my lead causes a stampede like standin' in Jamaica holdin' a last bag of weed
So feed off the flow, so I can make papes off [?]
Different style, you [?] know so I'ma flip it slow
Check it yo, my techniques are too technical to top[?]
Stickin' ship within' the club[?], so there's no [?]
Think that you can bring to the Mental Link staff
You know the half but not the whole, suckers they fall from one paragraph (Huh)
So feel the wrath of the Gauge-uh, put up your wager
And watch me blow up like the President's pager
[Chorus]
A-yo it's Gauge-uh the Mental Murderah
UG, Phan, Cella Dwella, we bring drama every verse
It's Gauge-uh the Mental Murderah
UG, Phan, Cella Dwella, we bring drama every verse
It's Gauge-uh the Mental Murderah
UG, Phan, Cella Dwella, we bring drama every verse
It's Gauge-uh the Mental Murderah
UG, Phan, Cella Dwella, we bring drama every verse
Mental Murderah, Mental Murderah...
Cranium, cranium...
Remix, remix...
[Verse 1: Phantasm]
A-yo, it's Cella Dwellas to the death and fuck a sophomore jinx
I need the cash for ass clothes and cars and links
Sick and tired of these wannabe macks in Cadillacs
With these fake pimp hats who think that they contracts is so fat
But nigga we don't need to go gold
Sell 200 [?] when our pockets is swole
'Cause on the N.D., we see a larger fee
D.B.I.C., all about cash money
Seen best friends turn to worst enemies
Once cheese came into the picture, money will always gеt ya
We tryna get richer and bank big chеddar
Guest list, 10 and better, sippin' Amaretto
Let me catch my breath, there's only four lines left
Stay jazzy like Jeff, Cuban Link like Chef
More hoes than Hugh Hef', y'all niggas know the dealy
For really, Dwellas and the Gauge-uh tryna get this milli
[Verse 2: Gauge The Mental Murderah]
Leave me the mic, I'm next on so look upon the set-uh
Meant to wet-uh, makin' cheddar, so cheese I'm ahead-uh
Thoughts of deader made men
No man made plan can with withstand or stand with me
U.G. and Phan, whats the plan? (Yo)
To make about 100 grand a show, wicked record type dough
Peep the flow, here it go, the T.K.O. hitter
You'll be seein' stars like glitter
When I spit a rhyme that split you from your spine to your shitter
It's Gauge-uh the Mental Murderah
Hittin' you with the style that make you say ''Woah, this brother's the - bomb!''
Brooknam is where I rest, don't big up your chest up
Not Eliot Ness, so you untouchable less
I got mad stress, some phony chicks hit the bricks
'Cause if you play tricks, I stick a spike in your joint like Girl 6
The clique's deep, so creep, don't run
While the Mental Murderah is fuckin' up the cranium
[Chorus]
A-yo it's Gauge-uh the Mental Murderah
UG, Phan, Cella Dwella, we bring drama every verse
It's Gauge-uh the Mental Murderah
UG, Phan, Cella Dwella, we bring drama every verse
[Verse 3: UG and Gauge The Mental Murderah]
I'm vicious, hands swift as Jacky Chan's
Malicious rap tactics, hit tracks hard like Hagler or Foreman
Awesome caution, toss men till exhaustion and collisions
With 6 men in exhibitions, I'm flawless
Off the hook like a cordless, split like divorces
I move like Porsche's over drum loops for real
Wild like man drills with hand skills like caches
UG's the baddest, sharp like Paul Bunyan's axe kid
Burn like acids, make it hard to breath like cracked rips
I back smack hits, I'm a monster, tough like tonka
Run through your team like Larry Csonka, for real
Watch when we connect like braids with Gauge
I'm on the low like the bat cave
Yo check the motion, Gauge is overdosin' with styles
Destruction by the piles, put my brain in the X-Files
Wear a hundred miles, so water can't defuse
I pay dues, so for me to lose you gotta come in crews
Snooze and catch a rude awakenin', you taken in the data
My mind's over the matter that you chatter at a speed
To follow my lead causes a stampede like standin' in Jamaica holdin' a last bag of weed
So feed off the flow, so I can make papes off [?]
Different style, you [?] know so I'ma flip it slow
Check it yo, my techniques are too technical to top[?]
Stickin' ship within' the club[?], so there's no [?]
Think that you can bring to the Mental Link staff
You know the half but not the whole, suckers they fall from one paragraph (Huh)
So feel the wrath of the Gauge-uh, put up your wager
And watch me blow up like the President's pager
[Chorus]
A-yo it's Gauge-uh the Mental Murderah
UG, Phan, Cella Dwella, we bring drama every verse
It's Gauge-uh the Mental Murderah
UG, Phan, Cella Dwella, we bring drama every verse
It's Gauge-uh the Mental Murderah
UG, Phan, Cella Dwella, we bring drama every verse
It's Gauge-uh the Mental Murderah
UG, Phan, Cella Dwella, we bring drama every verse